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bloomland — Wed, 15 Apr 2009 17:02:00 +0000

“SMELLS LIKE THE NINETIES“
[APRIL 18 • Saturday • Starting at 10 PM]

Have you heard of THE ROOFTOP?
Well, there’s something going on through the leads of St. Pauls Ruins that is bringing all the saints awake to what’s the whiz in town.

THE ROOFTOP is the bar at the St. Paul’s Corner Club on the steps of the most remarkable landmark of Macau and it’s back with a party. Once more on a venture with Bloom * Creative Network is creating what might be something different in town and surely not to be missed!
“SMELLS LIKE THE NINETIES” is a return to that great stream of sound and fury marked in time and deep down on everyone’s memories. That’s it, we’re inviting you to come on this BUZZ evoking all the hits of Indy, Pop, Punk, Rock, Dance, and Hip-Hop, and whatever, that made the whole of a decade and that are still echoing in our minds.
With the illustrious JORGIBOY, the rage of DJ KUNMING and introducing THE LOUNGE at the Corner’s Club, what will be a surprise and a trial for following events, you must come and dance through out the night.

JOIN IN and invite your friends to come! It’s simple as that.

DETAILS
Host: Corner’s Club
Start Time: Saturday, April 18, 2009 at 10:00pm
End Time: Sunday, April 19, 2009 at 3:00am
Location: St. Paul’s Corner • Travessa de S. Paulo • Macau

Hello world!

bloomland — Tue, 14 Apr 2009 11:58:53 +0000

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Perfection

bloomland — Mon, 13 Apr 2009 16:26:00 +0000

‘THE SOLDIER, HIS WIFE AND THE BUM’
I was a bum in San Francisco that once managed to go to a symphony concert along with the well dressed people. And the music was good but something about the audience was not. And something about the orchestra and the conductor was not. Although the building was fine and the acoustics perfect I preferred to listen to the music alone on my radio.

And afterwards I did go back to my room and I turned on the radio. But there was a pounding on the wall. ‘Shut that god damn thing off!’ There was a soldier in the next room bubbling with his wife and soon he would be going over there to protect me from Hitler. So I snapped the radio off and then I heard his wife say ‘You shouldn’t have done that’. And the soldier said ‘Fuck that guy’ which I thought was a very nice thing for him to tell his wife to do. Of course she never did.

Anyhow I never went to another live concert. And that night I listened to the radio very quietly, my ear pressed to the speaker.

War has it’s price and peace never lasts. And millions of young men everywhere will die. As I listened to the classical music I heard them making love. Desperately and mournfully, through Shostakovich, Brahms, Mozart, through crescendo and climax and through the shared walls of our darkness.
BY CHARLES BUKOWSKI

Reminiscing

bloomland — Mon, 06 Apr 2009 15:23:00 +0000

“Yup, life’s a big ice-cream. Have it before it melts.”

I can’t remember who said it. It was probably from a movie I saw ages ago. Or from a friend back in the days in the rainy island. Or from someone pretty similar to myself, who happens to be me, in my dreams. The latter is very unlikely to be true since I’m not usually that quick-witted in my marzenia. All I know is this quote came to my mind while I was having my mint with chocolate chips ice-cream. And as I was looking back at my previous 98760891 hours spent here in this cozy corner of the world, my ice-cream was turning into a drinkable milkshake kind of thing… Yup, it melts. It melts very quickly. Lick it before it’s too late.

De férias

bloomland — Sat, 04 Apr 2009 05:21:00 +0000

Parte da equipa deste blog está longe na ilha do Bornéu. Voltará em breve. Thankz!

JS

bloomland — Wed, 01 Apr 2009 04:52:00 +0000

Para quem não saiba, ou anda distraído, José Saramago continua com a sua actividade de blogger mesmo aqui ao lado. O Caderno de Saramago, é o espaço vivo, diário, escrito pelo Nobel português no espaço virtual da Fundação com o seu nome e que pode ser lido, de imediato, pelos quatro cantos do mundo. Quase que podemos ouvir o autor a respirar e a dedilhar as notas do teclado como se de uma viola se tratasse fazendo-nos chegar toda a música das suas palavras por entre as brisas da Ilha de Lanzarote, ou lá onde ele estiver.
No mesmo espaço foi também aberta uma secção onde podem ser lidas as “Cartas ao Escritor“, espaço dedicado aos leitores onde podem dar a sua palavra e que nos ajuda a reflectir sobre o acto de ler e de pensar. É também uma janela aberta ao mundo da literatura em confronto com a realidade individual e experiências de leitura, local idílico onde os imaginários voam por entre as páginas dos livros.
A Fundação José Saramago vai instalar-se este ano na Casa dos Bicos em Lisboa. Unem-se assim, de forma homogénea, dois símbolos da cultura portuguesa.
• SITE DA FUNDAÇÃO JOSÉ SARAMAGO

Na verdade

bloomland — Mon, 30 Mar 2009 20:13:00 +0000

Gostava de ficar sempre acordado!

O que vinha aqui fazer?

bloomland — Mon, 30 Mar 2009 18:48:00 +0000

Não sei. Liguei a música, o som veio lá do fundo, num crescendo, tomando todos os sentidos. As linhas, o pensar. E esqueci-me.
Fechei os olhos, à espera. E fui ficando. Uma frase. Outra frase. O mínimo para um pequena estrada. Um parágrafo. Mas que estrada? Que estrada me trazia aqui?
Sei sempre dessa caminho. É quase fim do dia. Uma recta sem fim, o alcatrão já esbadito, cheio de tempo e de rodas. Um céu sem cor, ou talvez cheio dela. E a tarde a esvair-se. Um vermelho ali, por entre umas nuvens azuis, o sol a deixar todo o seu medo para trás ao ver a curva no fio do horizonte. Invisível.
É nessa estrada que eu vou ficar. Ao lado, no campo, a um nível mais baixo, vou deixar estar tudo o que faz o meu corpo. A terra mole e húmida, com os cheiros todos. O cheiro de algum animal que passou. E aqueles sons dos pássaros.
A estrada ainda molhada, da chuva que caiu e que deixou o céu revoltado. E a dor do ventre dos pneus que me diz o que estou aqui a fazer.
O que estou aqui a fazer?

Mediaeval Surrealism

bloomland — Sun, 29 Mar 2009 17:39:00 +0000

Four hundred little people frolic au naturel with overgrown songbirds and raspberries; a pudgy blue demon serenades a fashionable young couple with a tune piped through his own elongated nose; a knife-wielding set of disembodied ears stalks the damned through hell. The phantasmagoric imagery of Hieronymus Bosch (d. 1516) has been the source of widespread interest ever since the painter’s lifetime, and is still so enigmatic that scholars have theorized that it contains hidden astrological, alchemical, or even heretical meanings. Yet none of these theories has ever seemed to provide an adequate understanding of Bosch’s work. Moreover, the considerable professional success that the artist enjoyed in his native Hertogenbosch, not to mention his membership in a traditional religious organization, suggests that he pursued not a sinister secret agenda but simply his personal artistic vision.
This intriguing new monograph by noted art historian Larry Silver interprets that artistic vision with admirable lucidity: it explains how Bosch’s understanding of human sin, morality, and punishment, which was conceived in an era of powerful apocalyptic expectation, shaped his dramatic visualizations of hell and of the temptations of even the most steadfast saints. Silver’s account of Bosch’s artistic development is one of the first to benefit from recent technical investigations of the paintings, as well as from the reexamination of the artist’s drawings in relation to his paintings. Hieronymus Bosch is also unique in how securely it places its subject’s work in the broader history of painting in the Low Countries: Silver identifies sources of Bosch’s iconography in a wide range of fifteenth-century panel paintings, manuscript illuminations, and prints, and describes how, despite their own religiousness, Bosch’s pictures helped inspire the secular landscape and genre scenes of later Netherlandish painters. Augmented by 310 illustrations, most in color, including many dramatic close-ups of Bosch’s intricately imagined nightmare scenes, this is the definitive book on a perennially fascinating artist.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Larry Silver, a historian of Northern Renaissance art, received his Ph.D. from Harvard University and is currently Farquhar Professor of Art History at the University of Pennsylvania. His other books include the general survey Art in History and the recent Landscapes and Peasant Scenes: The Rise of Pictorial Genres in the Antwerp Art Market.

Hieronymus Bosch, by Larry Silver • ABEVILLE PRESS • 2006

Debate

bloomland — Fri, 27 Mar 2009 15:53:00 +0000

Debate realizado no Clube Militar relativo ao futuro da comunidade portuguesa em Macau.
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